I Talk And I Talk

In three weeks

I can look forward

To the beginning

Of the end

It is too soon

Already Easter

There is no time

Never was, though

There is no life

After death So

Why do we always

Do things later

Than we say

We will

There is no space

For thought, there is no

Gap for judgment, 

Do it now

Or never

I do not want

To leave this era

Nor do I want

To leave these memories

These tests

And I mean 

Not the examinations

Are pushing me

Off the brink

Of a dark dark cliff

Into a 

Dark

Dark

Sea